For the record, there had been no evidence yet to dissuade Cass from the suspicion that the entire reason that deer was teal was some weird gimmick or prototype gone wrong courtesy of Cassium or whoever the big name in biosciences was in this time period. (Maybe they didn't run the majority of the place like they did in Los Angeles in her time? Which was ... an amazing thought, really, but also really hard for her to imagine when that was all she'd ever known.)

Right, so punching her way out hadn't worked, and nothing anyone else had tried yet seemed to be very successful.

"Phase through walls," she echoed, mostly to herself. "Man, where's Zack when you need him?"

At home in 2119, still trying to get a better handle on how to phase in and out of existence at will instead of by accident, Cass, that's where.

Which was neither here nor there anyway.

"I mean, I could try and throw somebody all the way up there maybe, but uh... other than that, yeah, I got nothin'."